Be still
Understand that you are filled with sensations that your body holds repressed
vibrations
Vibrations from glances
The touch of past lovers
Hugs from child hood friends
Even the hand of someone you can't quite name
You are a book held with stories
Conversations kept secret
Emotions from a deafening silence
Watching all you adore
Burn passionately in the wind
The meeting of another's soul
Welcoming yours for the first time in open arms
Smiling violently against all that is bad
You are loved
Even in the depths of the darkest times
Even then
You have a story so rich
You mustn't let it end now
You have places to paint
Words to play like a trumpet blaring towards the sky
Humans to share moments with
Skylines to stare in awe at
Experiences that keep your heart racing
A building ledge to sit on while you view the buzzing streets below you
You have insignificant days to live to remember why you are alive
Characters both antagonists and protagonists to build pathways with
and part like rivers to oceans
You are life
And you have a story to continue writing
Despite all the wars in your mind telling you to end it now
Because we each are novelists in our own right.
And I need you to write.
And never ever stop.
You have won battles
Do not let your victory dance get swept under the rug
Use it as gas to ignite the flame
Lighting your way
Allowing you to recognize
You were never alone all this time

He created the most perfect hell
burning everything I loved to the ground
yet blaming me for ashes that blew wildly into his mouth

I recall and rewind to the exact moment we stumbled into each other
his smile so luring and bright
while my face glowed intensely
the most deepest shade of red
my heart tangoed in my chest
begging to unite with the unknown of his
my pulse raced
my frown quickly expelled
exposing my vulnerability
and he knew
he relished in my fascination in him
playing maps around my waist
naming me beautiful names
the way only queens were summoned
he spoke intelligently
forcing me to fall under his spells
but never did he wish to capture my soul
or discover the depths of my mind
I was his muse
his playing piece in a game of chess
and he adored every second
until
I made a move
giving me this look of great disdain
he miserably replied
“I just don’t like you back."

I am comfortable
I lay next to him and sense pleasure
without even touching him
I feel my lips curl into a smile
A feeling I thought I lost sight of
He views my naked body like a work of art
and enjoys the nicks and marks
the flaws
He places his warm hands on my inner thigh
my body rises
he creates a map with his kisses
leading to his favorite spot
he calls me queen
until I blossom
an explosion of color
my cheeks grow red and hot
he looks up, from below
slyly smiles
he makes his way up
feeling my anatomy
he reaches my lips
marking his territory
we sleep